This is a blog of benign neglect...

late winter sun, 75 degrees, 630pm 
gin and tonic on the rail

Back from a great trip to Brooklyn (my first time there, I HEART Brooklyn!)  Thanks to Phil and Sara, most awesome hosts.  Walked the streets, saw some art, ate, drank, became human again, or at least reawakened the best parts of me after winter hibernation.  (not to say it wasn't COLD in a big way).

Home, then work part of the weekend, then work today, the wheel turns, but with new ideas and insights.  A burst of teaser warm spring-like weather (oh, it'll change back and break our hearts) but tonight is tuna on the barbie and a G & T to celebrate.  The birds are singing the sun is shining and life, she is good.

At the moment...and honestly, what else is there, really?


Robert Croma said...

Welcome home! Sounds like a blissful trip. Glad you're clear of the winter fog. And this picture – fabulous, serene view.

The trees are coming into leaf
Like something almost being said;
The recent buds relax and spread,
Their greenness is a kind of grief.

Is it that they are born again
And we grow old? No, they die too.
Their yearly trick of looking new
Is written down in rings of grain.

Yet still the unresting castles thresh
In fullgrown thickness every May.
Last year is dead, they seem to say,
Begin afresh, afresh, afresh.

Anonymous said...

There is more - so much more.